Shattered

Someone tackled me to the ground.
"Don't say anything!" The man hissed. He had a British accent I had never heard before. His hazel eyes burned into my icy blue ones. I wanted to scream so badly.
Sammy is a homeless girl, abandoned by her parents and taking shelter in a rather clean evacuated building. She has lived her homeless life for a year now, but soon, it will all change.
Kidnapped one day, her kidnappers give her the chance to live a happy life with them, or continue her poor life as a homeless orphan.
And one of her own kidnappers has an eye on Sammy...

2. Am I a Thief?

Samantha's POV

It was cool for a late April morning. Dew on the floor shone in the early sunlight. It was time to hunt. I grabbed my bow and headed out to the forest. I lived in the rural part of town, so it was only fine to hunt as long as you didn't hunt deer. I honestly hated the taste of deer, and the poor creatures deserved to live after all. I hunted birds, squirrels, and the occasional turkey. In fact, there was a family of turkeys around here somewhere, were the rumours, and I was dying to get my hands on one of the fat birds. Heading into the forest, I had to stay quiet, otherwise something would hear me. Two turkeys popped their heads out from a big tree. Aiming my bow at the first one, I shot it clean in the eye and went through its head(sorry if that was a little graphic for you). I didn't care for the other turkey, it'll come back. Picking up the turkey by the head, I raced back to my building before anyone saw me.

***

It was a feast. The turkey was very plump for its age; I could feed myself with this for a week. I found a cracked mirror in the apartment I was staying in and noticed I had some zits. Ew, I thought to myself. There's gotta be some zit cream here somewhere. I searched the medicine cabinet, only to find nothing. Racing to the room adjacent to the one I was in, I found the holy relic and squeezed a dot on the zits. They would be gone as the cream went away. Good, but does stealing this stuff make me a thief? No, everyone here has fled. They don't want to come back.

My mind drifted to the song I recently bought. What if I were to meet the band in real life? I don't know how I would react. I probably wouldn't care a whole lot. But that song was...actually really good. Nothing about it was exactly bad.

***

Today wasn't very eventful. I carried the rest of the turkey and put it in a working fridge. Climbing onto a cot in the same room, I didn't think I needed to listen to the song twice.